Twas the Night Before Christmas_New January 23

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Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 3. Showing Off


The time on the red colored digital clock is 12:01 when the silence is broken.

"Isn't this fun, a real sleepover, and it wasn't planned at all."

Wow, only a minute gone by and the unwelcome bedroom buddy has to get busy talking.

"I bet you can't wait for morning. You must be excited about all those packages under the tree. There aren't that many under my tree at home.
You're lucky."

I wasn't feeling so damn lucky. Getting no response from me, Suzie yanks on the bed sheet. That got a response as I pulled back on the sheet,
tried to roll over even more toward my side of the bed. This places me uncomfortably close to the edge.

"Yeah yeah, I'm totally excited," I mumbled, hoping Suzie would shut up and we can try to drift off to sleep. I thought I should turn off the
light by the bed, but to do that I'd have to raise myself up to reach out beyond the covers and Suzie would see I wasn't wearing a shirt or pajama top. If she saw that she might wonder what else I wasn't wearing.

"The last time I had someone sleep in my bed was only last month. I had two cousins stay in my room for two days during the Thanksgiving
holiday. One cousin is a year younger and one a year older than me. I was like Suzie in the middle. I lay in the middle of the bed and my
age is in the middle of us too."

Now that is what I most disliked about Suzie. She could go on and on, talking non-stop about things I could care less about.

"The first night we talked and talked ourselves to sleep. The second night we had a pillow fight. That was sooo fun. But the wrestling match
on the bed was even better. Whoever got shoved over the side of the bed had to take something off and get back on the bed. We each only
had two things on, shirts and undies. Whover lost twice had to sleep naked that night. I ended up the first one stripped. I had to keep wrestling
my cousins. Ha ha, it was crazy. Have you ever wrestled somebody while naked, Scotty? It felt funny to feel my boobs jiggling around as I got jostled and tossed around. It must be even funnier seeing a boy do that. They got more stuff to hang down and flop around. You know what I mean."

This talk of naked bed wrestling was actually sort of interesting. It got my mind all twisted up as I couldn't help but try to imagine what
Suzie looked like naked on her bed, leaned over on all fours, her small boobs hanging down, the crack of her butt showing, the glimpse of more
crack beneath that when the girl bends down even more in a grappling embrace with a half-naked cousin who is older and has fully developed
tits.

I felt something stirring, and it wasn't a mouse.

Intrigued I was with this story. I needed to know a little more. "Did your older cousin have a nice body? Was she big up top?"

"Oh, I didn't tell your that part. Only one cousin is a girl. Leonard is the one older than me. He won the battle royal, only lost his t-shirt. He's
sort of heavy, a little chunky and nobody could shove him over the side. Leonard slept in his boxers. My younger cousin is a girl. Martina ended
up naked just like I did. Two nudie girls and a fat boy in boxers, it was so much fun. Didn't get much sleep that night."

So much for going to sleep. I was wide awaked and jacked up with my "Jack Hammer" acting up down below. The mental image described to
me by Suzie was quite the turn on. Having just gotten a glimpse of how nice her boobs had developed lately, the idea of her being naked in
bed with other kids her age was...was something I'd like to know more about. But asking questions about a guest's naked body would
be rude.

"Leonard said I was a good wrestler, said I was strong for a girl my size."

Then I got poked on the shoulder, the finger pushing in on top of the covers. I was still clutching the covers up near my neck, not having
relaxed my grip one bit.

"Hey roll over. I want to show you something."

Show me something? What could she show me? I really didn't want to roll over, but what she had to show me was a lure. Like a hungry fish
I followed the bait, a verbal type of bait being the prospect of seeing something being offered. I rolled over onto my back, then partially leaned toward the other side of the bed, making sure not to expose even a shoulder.

Suzie was sitting upright on the bed, the covers and sheet pushed down nearly to her thighs. She held up a pose used by kids who want to
show off, one used by professional bodybuilders to focus the attention onto their arms. Suzie is doing the double biceps pose, each elbow
pointing outward, the arms fully exposed in the sleeveless green shirt. By golly that girl has noticeable bicep muscles. Not really large, but
for a girl who recently turned thirteen she was not at all like the couch potato slobs many girls look like. Her shoulders are well defined as well,
probably the result of hitting a tennis ball a million times on the club tennis courts. I couldn't help but stare, but gradually my eyes drifted
from the shoulders to the two round mounds pushing out in the middle of her chest. Those two objects had not long ago been free from the
confining constraints of her shirt as she wrestled an older boy in her bed.

"I just wish I could do pushups. I suck at pushups," Suzie's arms came down to her side. "I don't know why girls my age can't do them. How many pushups can you do?" and without warning or asking if she could, Suzie grabs the top of the covers. I wasn't holding on tightly enough, and with a quick yank she has me exposed from neck to navel.

[Freesub]

Out comes the secret! (Though I think Suzie suspected it already )

Would be interesting to see Suzie perhaps show off her boobs as a tool to convince him to do more embarassing things

[TeenFan]

Would be interesting to see Suzie perhaps show off her boobs as a tool to convince him to do more embarassing things

You have anticipated a flashback episode, when during the previous summer vacation at a lake, the girl tries to get Scott to go skinnydipping.

[TeenFan]

Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 4. You Show Me I Strip Too?


I gasped in surprise when I felt the covers and sheet pulled from my hand. It was a move so fast, quick as a cat, that darn brat of a girl
yanked the sheets down without any warning at all. I was lying down and Suzie sitting up. She was showing off how fit she is from doing
sports. I was so occupied with staring at how tight her green sleeveless shirt is, staring at her small tits and noticing how her pointy nippies
poke little hills on top of the slightly larger ones. It's not my fault. Suzie is the one showing off. It's her shirt that is so tight.

Then suddenly she yanked down my covers while asking how many pushups I can do.

"Hey, what the hell," I yell at her, and I try to pull the sheets back up. They had come down to my stomach. Any lower and Suzie might have
gotten a glimpse of nothing but skin. I wasn't wearing any shorts or underwear and that must remain a secret. I succeeded in pulling the
covers up from around my belly button, but only to around my ribcage when another fast as lighting move has Suzie grabbing the covers with
both hands.

"Ha, I didn't expect that. You don't have a shirt on. I never saw you without a shirt on before." Suzie has a fresh grin on her face, one of
unexpected, wonderful discovery.

We did a little tug of war with the bed covers. I tried to yank them back up to my neck. Suzie pulled them back down. Back and forth...back
and forth. Eventually this war stalemated with the top of the covers an inch or so above my belly button.

"Will you leave me alone," I pleaded.

"You don't yank and I won't pull back, okay. I want to look at you. Boys aren't supposed to be shy about being shirtless. Well, maybe fat boys
should be shy but not guys like you. Why are you so shy, Scotty?"

I hated being called Scotty instead of Scott, but that was a good question. Why am I so shy that I won't even let other people see me without a
shirt on? I rarely step outside my room without a shirt on. I try to remember to take my change of clothes with me into the bathroom for a
shower. I wore silly, stupid, childish pajamas around the house instead or shorts and a tank top like I've seen other guys do. I've even seen some guys walk around their house in only their boxers! Damn, that's insane.

Of course I have to deny it all. "Stop bugging me. I'm not shy. I just don't like to be a showoff."

"You never show nothing off," Suzie deflected the remark back into my face. "Remember when we were at the lake last summer. You went swimming with a shirt on."

Touche...she had me there, and it was true.

* * * * *

The air was crisp and clean on a cloudless day in July, the weekend of the Fourth of July. The water of the lake is almost warm, very inviting.
However, I never was one who liked meeting new people, and I had been forced to go swimming with somebody I only met that day.

My parents had gotten a fairly secluded camping site, and we shared this site with another family. York is their family name. Mr. and Mrs.
York are friends with my parents. I met them previously when the two of them came over to play cards. Both of them are in their late
thirties. What they do or talk about is of little interest to me.

On the Fourth of July camping trip I was introduced to Suzie York. When she and her parents piled out of the RV trailer hooked to a pickup truck
Suzie was already dressed to go swimming. If the girl was sixteen, and had a body like a Baywatch lifeguard, I'd have been ogling from the start.
But the York's daughter is only twelve and has a mouth that can motor a hundred miles an hour. She wanted to know everything about me.

"What grade are you in?...Do you play sports? What is your favorite superhero movie?...Isn't this lovely weather we are having?...Why don't you
take that shirt off and get some sun?...Do you like my bikini?"

My responses were deliberately lacking in emotional interest in having this interrogation. "I just finished 8th grade...No I don't play sports...
Spiderman, the first movie with Tobey Maguire...Yeah, I guess the weather is fine...What's wrong with my shirt?...Your bikini?...um, ah..."

I didn't know how to answer the bikini question. I looked at Suzie, looked real close at the bikini the twelve year old girl has on. Suzie has
legs that are almost boyish, firm muscles from running and playing tennis. She doesn't have any curvy roundness anywhere at all. The bikini top
fits loosely on a mostly flat chest. Suzie doesn't need a bikini top. She has no tits.

Of course it's rude to tell a girl over the age of ten that she is flat chested. "Your swimsuit looks nice," I eventually told her.

When it was time to go swimming there was a surprise. We weren't going to be taken to the designated Swimming Section, part of the lake
that is roped off and has a lifeguard watching. We were told to go down to the lake directly below the camping site. Just Suzie and me,
we were to run off and occupy ourselves swimming by ourselves with no other swimmers around.

There was a second surprise. Mr. York used a motorized blow up machine to inflate a black inner tube. It was just the right size for a girl
of Suzie's height to use. I carried the tube to the water's edge, as she kept chatting away at how much more fun it would be if her cousins
were there, and how I should put some sunscreen lotion on since I'm so pale from not being in the sun often enough.

Now I like my peace and quiet. I read books, not just the comic type. I watch a variety of tv shows. I have several video games that don't
require two or more users, and I am totally okay with being by myself most of the time. This chatty little songbird was getting on my nerves.

Being stuck with the talkative one, I push the tube out into the lake. I kept my t-shirt on when I got into the water. With Suzie on it, I swim/push the inner tube to where we are maybe a hundred feet from the shore. I can't touch the bottom, and I hang onto the side of the inner tube.

"Come up here. There's room for both of us."

I don't want to hang out all day hugging the side of this thing, so I took the suggestion and climbed aboard the inner tube. Suzie let me slide
down into the lazy seated position of lying back against one side of the tube, my legs propped over the opposite side, and my ass hanging down
in the hole of the tube. Suzie then had me spread my legs apart and she sat down on the rubber tube, her butt between my knees. Then she
swung herself lower to where her butt was partly in the hole of the tube, her legs sticking out over the top of mine, her feet on either side
of my hips. This puts the girl in a wide leg spread.

My eyes glance down to where her legs come together, where the bikini bottom barely conceals the main part a girl must keep covered. I was
amazed. It's guys I see casually spreading their legs, not girls. Girls are supposed to be well mannered, and that means keeping their legs
together unless it's part of PE class or some sport like gymnastics.

Suzie's legs are well tanned, mostly from the mid-thigh to the upper ankles. This makes sense, cause this is the part of the leg most exposed
to the sun during tennis practices. The portion of Suzie's legs up near the bikini show skin much whiter. I couldn't help but wonder if the
girl had started sprouting little twisty, curly hairs down there. I wasn't sure what age that is supposed to happen to girls, but I had overheard
girls in 6th and 7th grade bragging about how bushy they'd gotten. Maybe she didn't have a pussy patch since her chest is still undeveloped.

I noticed Suzie was looking right at me. She knew where I was staring. I glanced away, my face feeling a sudden warm sensation. Suzie giggled
and batted her eyes at me.

"That's okay. I can stare too."

What? She can stare? Stare at what?

I glanced down at myself and was shocked to see how much the front of my swimsuit was pushing up. The water of the lake sloshed over
the front of my crotch occasionally, and I saw this flattened the suit down except for the part sticking up. The material of the suit is thin and
loose and I wasn't wearing underwear under the swimsuit. It wasn't a full boner sticking up from my groin, but it was definitely a partial.

Suzie laughed at my red face. She turned her body around and she flopped over the side of the inner tube. Several times the girl climbed
onto the tube only to try to stand up. Each time she fell over before making it to a full standing position. She had to place her feet directly
opposite each other, but she couldn't get a firm foothold long enough. She asked me to hold her ankles in place. This helped some, but
she then fell forward, her lower tummy hit my right in the face. For a moment Suzie hung over me, clutching at my shoulders, then she found some crazy way to reverse her body position, placing her legs up by my neck and her back lying on my body. I had an even closer view of the
front of her bikini. That crazy girl flipped herself around again, putting her knees on either side of the tube. She bent over at the waist, putting her arms in the water. She tried to paddle with her front hands. This made her ass stick up at my face level. That darn girl would have been mooning me if she had no bikini bottom on. I'd have seen everything.

I glanced down at the front of my swimsuit. I had a totally hard dick sticking up like a rod without a reel.

After one more jump into the water, Suzie had other ideas. I hadn't done any jumping around myself, and doing all that moving around had
worn her out. Suzie sat on the tube opposite of me, this time sitting on top of the tube with her feet down in the water, placed between my
legs this time. I noticed that she noticed how much the rod stuck up from the middle of my bod.

"Have you ever gone skinnydipping?"

"Have I what?" I replied, nearly shocked at the question. "Of course I haven't. I'm not crazy. To swim without a suit, it's, it's, not natural."

"What's wrong with swimming with no suit on. People did that for a long long time. Swimsuits were only invented in the last century you
know."

Suzie's arguments had the annoying way of being somewhat logical. I couldn't argue the finer points of her statement.

"I will if you will," Suzie blurted out.

"You will do what?"

"I'll swim naked if you do. We are far enough from the shore. Nobody can see what we are doing. I don't think they will care."

"My mom will care," and that was the truth whether Suzie believed it or not.

What that girl did next blew my mind. Without a word she reached up with one hand to place that hand behind her head. With a yank she
had undone the upper tie string of the bikini top. The top flops down to show her chest. Suzie twists the top around, and she can untie the
back string. The untying finished, she found the intake valve of the inner tube, tying the bikini firmly onto the valve stem. Completely
topless, Suzie resumed her casual sitting position directly opposite of me. She sat there, smiling, looking right at me, glancing down at my
hot, throbbing rod that I could not reel back in.

"Now I'm just like you. Nothing on but a swimsuit bottom. You take yours off and I'll take mine off."

Suzie was very much like me. Her undeveloped chest would look like a boy's if she had a bag over her head to hide the fact the torso is topped
with a girl's face. However, her nipples did seem to be wider than what I'd see on a boy of the same age. The nipples are brown, wide and
slightly puffy. She isn't completely flat; the bikini top did hide a small secret. The little nubs pushed out maybe an inch or so from her breastbones, the roundish mounds looking to be a couple inches across. Small nubs, but nice to look at. I've actually seen chubby boys in gym
class who have bigger man boobs.

"Well...are you going to skinnydip or not?" Suzie sounds like she's getting impatient.

"If you want to get naked that is your business. I ain't stopping you. But I'm not taking my swimsuit off."

"You haven't taken off your shirt." Suzie seems disappointed. "You gonna take your shirt off?"

"Nope. I'm staying this way all day."

After about five minutes Suzie decided she wanted to go back to the shore. I plopped over the side and push swam the tube and the girl
back to where we shoved off. It wasn't until we got all the way back, and had the tube on dry land, that Suzie pulled her bikini top off the
valve stem. Placing her top on, Suzie walked off without another word. That seven or eight minutes of time was the only time I heard nothing
but silence from Suzie.

For the rest of the camping trip, Suzie didn't talk so much. I could tell she was upset with me, but I didn't care. I didn't tell her to take
her top off and show me her little girl boobs. There was no way I was going to let her see what I had.

* * * * *

With the covers pulled down to my tummy, with Suzie's hands gripping them, preventing me from pulling them up, the girl sits there staring
down at me. It is the first time she saw me without a shirt on.

"I don't know why you are so shy. You have a nice chest."

Wow, a compliment. Maybe the first one I ever heard come from that motor mouth. Somehow it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I
feel a smile spring to my face. "Ah thanks. I did start a workout program. I bet a buddy at school I could do more pushups than he can.
I've worked up to doing fifty...but I think my friend is ahead of me."

For some reason, Suzie took that as an open invitation. She placed a hand, I think the right hand, onto my chest. My breath sucked in cause
I was caught again by surprise. Her hand felt a little cool on the fingertips. The room isn't exactly warm. There is a reason there are covers
on top of the sheet. Suzie's hand rubbed over my left pectoral area, then slid over to the other side. I could feel my nipples getting tight,
pushing up at the unexpected light touches. The only time I felt that before was when a chill breeze of air blew across me when I wasn't wearing
enough clothes. Sometimes in the wintertime, when drying off after a shower, the cool air will make my nipples get pointy and hard. This
response is something new, something exciting.

"Oh yeah. I can feel your muscles now. Ha ha, your titties are getting hard. I can feel them sticking up. It's so cool boys can do that too."

"Boys don't have titties," I protested.

"You know I've always wanted to be a doctor. Can I listen to your heart?"

Without waiting for a reply from me, Suzie leaned herself down. The side of her head plops directly onto my chest.

[NudeBaG]

This is definitely my favorite thing you’ve ever written.
Keep this pace and tone, and you’re golden

[Freesub]

A little longer before it's all revealed, perhaps - Though I suspect Suzie may be the type who will get naked anyways just to see if she can get him hard (once she discovers he's naked)

[TeenFan]

Thanks for the responses and comments.

This is probably the most realistic tale I've worked on. So far everything taking place is something that could happen. No pushing boundaries,
no suspension of disbelief required. The mom or another relative isn't forcing a kid to bare everything, which happens so often in ENM storytelling.
It's happening on its own with the grownups unaware.

[TeenFan]

Twas the Night Before Christmas
Chapter 5. The Doctor is In


She lay her head on me, just like that. One again it was a sudden move, lying down next to my body, placing the side of her head onto my chest.

"I want to check your heartbeat."

I couldn't see Suzie's face. When she placed her head down it was the left side of her face. She was sitting up on the right side of the bed,
so as she leaned over on top of me it's the left side of her plopping down on the bared part of me. All I see is the back of Suzie's head, her
brown hair in wavy curls, it all blocks my view looking down. I realized at that moment Suzie is looking down toward the covers, toward the part
of me still under the covers. I'm lying flat on my back now, with a girl's face pressed against my upper body, an expanse of uncovered stomach
all there is between our conjoined body parts and other parts not far from her sight.

"Just relax will you. Take it easy."

How the hell can I relax. Suzie's hand just took a position on my stomach. I can feel multiple hand digits lightly digging into my skin, the scrape
of fingernails. I feel a finger, maybe the pinkie finger, slipping down into my innie belly button. How can I take it easy when Suzie's hand is only inches away from the only thing covering me up? Why do girls let their nails grow long making them look like claws? The last time I remember
seeing those hands, Suzie had on icky bright pink fingernail polish as part of her Fairly Godmother Halloween costume.

"You heart is beating fast. It goes thumpety-thump-thump-thumpety-thump. I thought it would be slower. All you're doing is relaxing in bed."

Nothing about me was relaxed. I can feel something else going thumpety thump, something under the covers pressing up on them. Oh shit,
can she see something sticking up? Can she see something moving down there? I can feel the position my dick is in. It's pointing upward. But
is it straight up toward the ceiling making a tent under the covers? Is it straight up alongside my stomach lying down and concealed better?
It's hard to tell one way or the other.

I had to say something. I can't let her control me this way.
"I ah, I wish you wouldn't do that." Yeah, that would tell her off. She'll get the hint and roll back over onto her side of the bed.

Suzie didn't take the hint. Her hand kept moving around down on my tummy. She continued to listen to the fast beating boom box underneath
my ribcage. I could almost hear my own heart pounding away inside me. If I was old like my dad I'd be wondering out loud about blood pressure.
Fuck, her hand just pushed down a little on the covers. All she has to do is move that hand a little farther down, slipping it underneath and
she'd get a real Christmas cock surprise.

"You know what I like about you, Scotty. You're always playing hard to get."

What the hell does that mean? Hard to get. I wasn't aware I was involved in some sort of game girl's play.

"But now you're trapped in this bed, and I got you all to myself."

She's right about that, but how does she know I'm trapped? Has she already figured something out? I can't let on that I'm nervous, that I'm
freaking out. Play it cool. I'm the guy, the older one here. I'm in charge of my own room. I'll set the rules around here...Yeah, who am I
kidding. I glance away whenever a girl looks my direction. For some reason girls in groups in the hallway at school will stare at me when
I walk by. They'll stare and then laugh amongst themselves when I lower my head and slink away. I was always terrified of girls in groups.
Why can't I handle this one little girl?

Play it cool, that is what to do. Pretend this means nothing to me. "Got me all to yourself. Hmm, some present. Well, is there something
wrong with my heart, doctor Suzie?"

Suzie lifts her head up from my chest. She's still looking downward when she says, "Your heart is beating fast but it's okay. But you might have
something wrong with your stomach. I felt a quiver when I placed my hand down here. Are you having muscle cramps?"

"No, no. Don't touch my tummy," I shouted out.
I still can't see my tummy. I can only feel where Suzie's hand is positioned, and it's right down there next to the covers. If she lifted up on them
all is, all is revealed. The secret will be out in the open.

I tried misdirection on the girl's attention. "I got a sore throat, doctor. Maybe I got strep throat...or maybe tonsilitis."

Suzie's head is already lifted up, and it turns toward my face. She then shifts position, lifting herself up and turning her legs around. Now she
is sitting cross-legged next to me, the covers completely off of her. If I lift my head up and look her way, I'd be able to see her panties. I'm
amazed she isn't concerned about keeping her legs covered, not bothered her white panties can be seen.

However, the ruse worked. Suzie is examining my head and neck, not seeking ailments in a place nearer to a smaller head with a big
headache brewing. That was a close one. She hasn't discovered I'm naked under the covers, that I go to bed with nothing on, not even
shorts, not even briefs. I started going to bed with nothing on a few months ago. Why did I do that? Why wear nothing to bed when I
don't even walk around my own house without a shirt on?

It was an act of rebellion.

* * * * *

Growing up, my mom always made sure I was presentable and modest. My dad didn't care so much, but mom got into a hissy fit if she caught
me playing outside without a full set of clothes on. "You're going to catch pneumonia running around like that," mom would shout at me as I
got ordered to march into my room and put a layer of clothes on. Even if it was only 70 degrees outside, I had to wear a sweater or wind-jacket
before I could step out the front or back door.

The swimsuits mom bought me had to come down to my knees, and if I went without a shirt...heaven forbid, I'd be called back to put my
t-shirt back on. Even inside the house I had to be modest. No walking out of my room in my underwear, not even if it's the middle of the
night and I need to pee. I must have pajamas on. I must stay covered up and warm.

In 8th grade, when I was thirteen, I was invited over to a birthday party. It was my buddy Mathew's party. He had one of those air filled
jumping castles rented for the party. All the kids had a blast jumping and tumbling inside the castle. All of the boys had on only shorts, no
shirts among the boys. The girls wore bikini tops or tank-tops and they didn't seem concerned how much skin they had showing. Some of
those girls had some nice boobs. It was exciting to look at them jump up and down, their chests doing a double wobble up and down when they
paused their jumping. I went to the party wearing sweat bottoms and shirt. All that jumping around made me hot and sweaty, but I didn't care
how sweaty I got. All I did all that day was eat snacks, drink sodas, and jump and jump and jump in the castle. I'm thirteen, what do you
expect?

The reason I spent so much time in that jumping castle is I liked how the girls kept looking at the front of my sweatpants. I could feel my
dick flopping up and down. I couldn't see it so well, but I guess the girls could see some movement within the sweatpants.

Just as the party is winding down, I crashed against my buddy Mathew in the castle. Some part of him hit some part of me, and that part was
right between the legs. I felt weak and queasy. I felt my temperature rise and a knot in my stomach. Mom had come to pick me up, and when
she looked at my face she freaked out.

"I think I kneed Scott in the groin. I'm sorry," Mathew said to my mother.

Being a mom that worried about everything, mom got me in the car and off to the urgent care clinic we went. Being a mom that hovered over
me like a helicopter, she was still in the examination room when the doctor was ready to visually check on the affected body part.

Doctor Daniels just happened to be a woman, of course she was with my string of bad luck. She had me lying down on the table, and she tells
me to lift my butt up off the table. The sweats bottoms get wooshed all the way down to my knees.

The paper lined bed is cold on my ass. Other than that I felt hot all over, the knot in my abdomen still there. The pain in my balls still
there. I knew the doctor was going to see my private parts, but that is what doctors do. It was my mom who makes me cringe.

"Where is your underwear, Scotty?" mom asked, having noticed right away from the chair she sat in.

I didn't want to talk about it. What difference does it make if I have underwear on or not. The underwear would have come down to my
knees as well. The doctor is pressing her palm at the lowest part of my abdomen, bumping up against the bony part that sticks up a little
down there.

"Oooh" is said.

Mom stood up from the chair, and she came closer. "How many times have I told you. You must have on clean underwear in case of an accident.
You went to that party with nothing on under your sweat pants?"

The doctor places her hand under my balls, lifting up on them, examining them for swelling, rolling each one back and forth between her
fingers. If I wasn't in pain I might have popped a boner.

Being seen by mom that way was horrible. I was thirteen, having recently gone through "THE CHANGE". My dick was much bigger. I had
pubic hair sprouted. My balls had gotten larger, hanging down lower, and my voice didn't sound high like a girls anymore. I was developing
into a teenager and mom is staring down at my exposed crotch. She sees it all, and all she's concerned about is I went to a party while
going commando.

"It's really no big deal," says Doctor Daniels. "Lots of boys experiment with not wearing underpants. It makes them feel grown up."

"Scotty is NOT grown up. I don't give a hoot how big his, those boy parts have gotten. He's not to run around without proper clothing. It's,
it's indecent."

* * * * *

Not wearing proper clothes had become an act of rebellion. A couple months ago, I'd taken to going to bed with nothing on. I had my alarm
clock set, set two clocks with my cellphone being on alarm setting to wake me up. I didn't want mom to come into my room to wake me up,
saying I'm going to be late for school. I was going to be up and in the kitchen before my parents got in there. It was working out just fine.
No problems.

Then there is what is happening now. How could I predict mom would shove a young girl into my room and have her climb into bed with me.
That girl discovered I didn't have a shirt on. She is way too close to discovering there is less I am wearing. Her attention is focused on the top
of my body, as she got distracted by the "Throat Ailment" tactic. Suzie has her grubby little hands on the sides of my neck and shoulders.

"Say Ahhh. Open your mouth, Scotty. Say Ahhh...hmmm, I can't see well enough. I wish I could see the back of your throat. That is where
the tonsils are. Maybe you can sit up and we'll get closer to the lamp."

"No, not that." I could feel myself tensing up again. I can't sit up and move around. I can't get closer to the lamp.
"There is a flashlight in my desk drawer. Use that."

Suzie glances over at my student desk. "You going to get the flashlight?"

"Ummm, not me. If you want to look at my throat you can get it."

Suzie chuckles a little as she slips out of the bed. As she walks to my desk to grab the flashlight from the drawer, then walks back to the bed,
I look at her legs. I look at how firm they are and how firm her bottom is in the tight-fitting briefs. I know what is coming next. Suzie
is going to shove the bright end of the flashlight into my mouth. She's going to check for infection.

"You sly dog. You wanted to see my underwear didn't you. Look all you want. It's no different from bikini bottoms." Suzie gets back onto the
bed. She turns the flashlight on, aims it at my face. "Okay now. Open wide and say Ahhh..."

I can't believe it. In my own bed on the night before Christmas I'm playing doctor with a girl.

[NudeBaG]

Hopefully, Suzie is a thorough doctor

[TeenFan]

At the camping trip Scott passed on the chance of making friends with Suzie. Even when the girl took her bikini top off, he didn't offer
anything in return.

The next time they met up, Suzie got some payback with the socks stuffing Scott's pajama bottoms. Apparently, all is forgiven, at least by
the young girl. Scott might still be pissed off at what happened to him on Halloween. Will he be able to maintain his aloof, pissy attitude and
resist her schemes? Or will the precocious girl's charm break down Scott's defenses.
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My mother was not anti-skin showing to the extent Scott's mother is, but she wanted her kids to be properly dressed and modest.
She would tell my brother to go put some clothes on when he came into the kitchen in white briefs underwear.
Her preference in movie making is the old fashioned way, when they cut away to blowing curtains when love making got started.

My grandfather was pro nudity in many ways, including taking the family to nudist recreation back in the 60s. Apparently this traumatized
mom, and she lived her life the opposite way.